Aaaah, the great outdoors. With the sun heating up cold bones, birds and squirrels bustling around in the trees over head, the sound of children laughing and the view of a bearded hunk of a man whittling a bunny rabbit from a log.
Sounds all kinds of perfect right?
But now let’s shift the camera slightly to the left, where you will spot a figure sitting on the concrete step, wrapped up with clothing so tight and a hood pulled over so far that you can barely see her unenthusiastic face.
Yeah, that’s me.
I don’t know what it is about the outdoors, but I don’t like it. I don’t like the uncomfortable seating, the bugs flying in my hair, the spiderwebs I walk into by accident, the cold wind in my face or well, any of it actually. I can’t even indulge in the sun because Roaccutane.
Anyway. On Sunday Seth insisted on spending the afternoon outside. I know right, how dare he?!
The kids LOVED IT and unable to control my FOMO of missing out on an afternoon with them, I found myself flitting outside far too much for my liking. It was worth it though. As is doing most things that make you slightly uncomfortable.
I hate having nothing to do, especially when I’m outside. I need a reason to be there. Just “enjoying it” is not a good enough reason and so I whipped out my trusty camera. Man I miss just capturing these random moments. Definitely more days like this in our future.